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Im letzten Abendlicht
Translations © by Bertram Kottmann
Song Cycle by Libby Larsen (b. 1950)
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Bind me -- I still can sing Banish -- my mandolin Strikes true within --. Slay -- and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise -- Still thine.
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Bolts of Melody
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Fessle mich - kann dennoch singen - weis’ mich ab - die Saiten klingen doch treu in mir. Töte mich - zum Paradies aufschwingen wird meine Seele sich und singen - noch immer dein.
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- Translation from English to German (Deutsch) copyright © 2016 by Bertram Kottmann, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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- a text in English by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Bolts of Melody
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In this short Life That only lasts an hour How much -- how little -- is Within our power
Nur eine Stund hat dieses kurze Sein Bestand - wie viel, wie wenig liegt davon in unsrer Hand.
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By a departing light we see acuter, quite, than by a wick that stays. There's something in the flight that clarifies the sight and decks the rays.
Im letzten Abendlicht wird deutlicher die Sicht als im beständ'gen Schein. Bewirkt sein Schwinden nicht, dass klarer alles spricht, geschmückt und rein?
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- Translation from English to German (Deutsch) copyright © 2007 by Bertram Kottmann, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town? So Sailors say -- on yesterday-- Just as the dusk was brown One little boat gave up its strife And gurgled down and down. So angels say -- on yesterday -- Just as the dawn was red One little boat -- o'erspent with gales -- Retrimmed its masts -- redecked its sails -- [Exultant, onward sped!]1
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, written c1858
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View original text (without footnotes)1 another version of Dickinson: "And shot -- exultant on!"
Es treibt umher! Ein kleines Boot! Rasch rückt die Nacht heran! Und niemand, der das kleine Boot zum Hafen lotsen kann? So sprachen Seeleut’ über gestern: Als braun die Nacht begann - ein kleines Boot den Kampf aufgab und gurgelnd sank und sank. So sprachen Engel über gestern: Als rot der Tag begann - ein kleines Boot, vom Sturm erschöpft, aufs Neue Mast und Segel richt’ frohlockend eilt hinan.
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- Translation from English to German (Deutsch) copyright © 2016 by Bertram Kottmann, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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Word count: 67